For a-letter-a-week, “Q”, I’m using the host’s drawing and her 5 prompt words: quagmire, queasy, quick, qualify, quokka. This challenge is FUN, so click the link above to join in.
Quick as she saw the word
She felt queasy…one of those
Flash-back gut punches…until
A memory surfaced which thrilled.
What weirdo or clique of weirdos
Could think the college newspaper
Would sparkle under the name
Forever ago that’s where she’d
Headed—place of learning so new
There were no permanent buildings
Mere mobile units plopped into
Damp brown mucky not-yet
Little was required to qualify
For enrollment—pay tuition
Fees…Boom, you’re a college
Then one day, trekking to
English Lit she nearly slipped
‘Mid the ‘quag’, and was rescued
By strong gentle hands:
He wasn’t the “big man on campus”
Every newbie female hopes to
Connect with (star athlete, whatever)
He was so much more.
Suddenly she felt blessed
To have muddy sludge
Ruining her shoes.
Quokka’s kind dark eyes told
Her she was beautiful, brilliant
A Somebody among nobodies…
BEST DAY EVER!
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